You are a animate plushie baby dragon, you were not one five minutes ago. Whether it was a glitch in the great cosmic computer system, or maybe you made a childhood wish you don't remember finally being responded to, or maybe some all powerful aliens were just bored, you don't have a clue.
You remember everything about yourself, but you shudder at the creature of flesh and bone you were before. You think of your friends, family, coworkers, jerks on the bus to work, neighbors, the annoying guy on TV... and you think how great it would be if they were like you, well, not EXACTLY like you, but you could get a lot of different designs with animate anthro plushie baby dragons. In fact, you don't just want to, YOU NEED TO have all of mankind join you whether they like or not. Of course many aren't likely to like it or not, change is scary. And you don't wanna be blown up by a drone bomb or something.
But how? You don't know how you were changed. One minute you were your old self, now you're your new self. Speaking of which, you look in a mirror. You're short, you're cute, you have blue scales except for your belly, and the membrane on your wings, ears, and your horns and claws. Your eyes are colored glass, but you blink just fine, more for expression than anything. You reach up and touch your horns with your little plastic claws, your horns are shaped like a pair of tuning forks, you can feel your claws touching them. And you have a white cloth diaper with a tiny plastic heart in front that isn't so much on you, as is sewn on as a PART of you.
You open your mouth wide, wider than you should be able to, white plastic fangs, pink cloth tongue. You lop your tongue around.
You smell the pizza left over from last night, and go to the dining room, your other thoughts forgotten.
You take a bite of pizza, and taste it just fine, you feel it assimilate into your fluff insides without you getting any bigger or pudgier. So the cloth diaper is just for show.
Hmm. You have wings, can you fly? One flap, and you're defying the laws of aerodynamics. YES! Having wings and not being able to fly would've sucked!
"Can I still speak? OH! Guess I can! Wow!" You giggle at how high pitched and squeaky your voice is now. "Don't know how the Heck this happened, but Gosh dangit it's cute! Oh fudge. No naughty words? Oh well!" You laugh harder.
Can you breath fire? Wouldn't that burn your plush body? But you shouldn't be able to move, let alone fly, but breathing fire shouldn't be that odd. But how did you breath fire and not breath fire? You wish this stuff came with a manual. You breath in deep and focus, and you feel like a value opening a third lung, and flames pour out, and leaving you unharmed.
"Oh yeah! This rocks!" You pump a little fist.
There was a knock at the door. You didn't feel worried about being sold to a toy factory to be vivisected, you were just excited to find out who was at the door.
You flap to the peep hole and see your friend Mary, you'd known her since first grade, but never had the guts to tell how you felt. You swing the door open and flying to be eye level with her you welcome her with open arms. "Hi Mary!"
"... Chris?" Mary said, tilting her head, not knowing how she knew it was Chris. She tried to shocked, scared, alarmed, but these feelings were like trying to grab smoke the more she looked at him.
She knew it was him. So why ask if that was Chris? She could ask what happened, but he'd obviously been turned into a toy baby dragon. So that left,
"How did you become a plushie?"
"I dunno!" You say. "It just happened after I finished breakfast, and no it wasn't Dragon Marshmellows, it was Oak Flakes. What brings you here?"
"I didn't have any plans this weekend, and I thought you'd appreciate the visit."
"You don't? Cool! Then you can help me turn everyone into plushie baby dragons too!"
Mary struggled HARD to be alarmed at those words, but it was like pushing through a fog.
Chris felt something guide him, and he plucked the little plastic heart on his diaper off, a new one appearing in its place. He pinned on Mary. "I wuv you Mary!"
Mary shrank down, green plastic and cloth scales covered her body. Her clothes vanished, her purse not shrinking with her. Her belly had glittery pink scales. Her horns were drill spirals going backwards. Her hair turned pink and became a mane going down her back. Her wings grew from her back and her hands and feet became stubby claws. Her lizard tail grew out behind her. She blinked and her blue eyes were plastic. Her head shaped into a plushie reptile's snout. And the white cloth diaper formed out of her body, with the pin moving into place.
Mary looked at her hands, feet, before turning around and around and around turning to get a look before at her tail before falling on her rump and laughing. She giggled, her voice like she'd had in Kindergarten. "I like you Chris!"
You landed and the two of you hugged.
"So what you're big plan for making everyone in the world like us?" Mary asked eagerly, as excited and drive by the idea as you.
"Uh.... I dunno."
"Oh. I guess we better figure something out first then." Mary said, as the two of you went to the living room, got some paper and crayons, and began hashing out your plans for world plush dragonification.